It's actually quite nice to know that I don't have to do any more travel until next year. I'm a little exhausted after the last month of galavanting here, there and everywhere.

Going to bed at 9:30pm. Unheard of. 

Celebrating 21 years of the funny little monkey who came into this world at the end of one of the worst years of my life. I *may* have teared up just a little when she thanked me in her speech.




* Meaning, I *did*.

Smashed out an essay in under 4 hours then headed off to indulge in good food, good wine, good friends and dancing the night away. Life is good.

In over 20 years of living away from the place, I still have yet to get on a flight leaving for Radders that leaves on time.

Universe, what do you mean by this?!

Happy Birthday Brutha. Not much has changed in 40-odd years; you still give no f****s and I'm still raging at the world.

My acupuncturist is lovely, but she sure does have some batshit crazy treatment methods.